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[ AWAKEN ] for receiver to not think they feel the same way but realize after a simple hookup with sender that they’re in love with them to.
Harvey [reciever]xMia [sender]
god damn it adel im gonna scream (we talked and we are switching up roles thank you)
pairing: harvey dent/mia adler (oc)
warnings: mentions of abuse, kinda nsft??, thats about it idk
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Harvey's easy going smiles were what pulled her in and caused her to agree to have dinner with him at his place. He was charmed and smitten with her and she was cunning and manipulative and this was the perfect chance for her to lure him deeper into her scheme. Well, she also enjoyed his company, that much was true.
He showed her inside, his apartment just as extravagant as she had envisioned it being. There were candles lit, the lights dimmed low to set the mood. “I hope you like what I’m cooking. I also picked up some wine as well - red wine is good, right?”
She nods at his enthusiasm and smiles sweetly as she follows him into the kitchen. “Red is just fine.”
There’s slow and mesmerizing music playing throughout the apartment and she takes in her surroundings- the windows, where the fire escape was, the doors that are down the hall; there’s three. The kitchen is spacious and dark, two pots on the stove and a few bottles of wine. He pours wine into a glass for her and one for himself as well.
Mia takes the glass, swirling the liquid around slowly and watches him as she takes a sip. She licks her lips and turns her attention towards the dining table, decorated with candles and flowers, plates and silverware set for their meal.
“You didn’t have to go all out for me, Harvey.” She grins and slides her hand over his arm as she moves next to him by the stove, looking over at what he’s cooking.
A small chuckle leaves him as he looks over and then back to the pots. “Of course I did. I want you to have a good time.”
She thanks him softly, fingers sliding down his arm as she steps away, strolling around his place. While his home was full of furniture and paintings, it seemed empty. There weren’t any photos around of family or embarrassing childhood memories - which was more than appropriate for a bachelors home, but it was lonely almost.
Mia never had the “happy family” life and now she can hardly stand to have her photo taken. However, a part of her was almost curious to see into the world of Harvey Dent. A movement from behind only slightly startles her and she turns to find him watching her inquisitively.
“Dinner is ready. If you’re hungry, that is.”
She nods and takes a step forward, but stops when he doesn’t move at all.
“You know, Mia.” He starts, clearing his throat as his eyes inspect her face. “I think you are… extraordinary. These last couple of months have made me realize something and I know technically our relationship is business, but there’s something about you I can’t shake.”
Her stomach churns at his words and she doesn’t know how to react. Did he know about her plan? What she was doing? Did he finally see her for the monster she was, using him for her own personal revenge? “What’s that?” She asks carefully, wanting to take a step back but she holds her ground.
Harvey lets out a slow breath. “I was going to wait until we had dinner, but I feel I have to say it now. I can’t get you out of my head. Stop me if I’m getting ahead of myself and I understand if you turn me down, but-” He pauses like he lost his words and he runs a hand through his hair. “I think I’m in love with you, Mia.”
Silence covers them as she stares at him, thinking and processing his words. They were new and foreign and it was hard for her to tell if he was being genuine, but something told her he really and truly meant it. Never in all her life had she thought someone would ever say that about her, feel that way about her. Worry clouds his eyes and he frowns as the quiet continues on.
“There really isn’t anything about me to like.” She whispers and moves her head so her hair covers the scar over her right eye.
When his hand gently cups her chin, she looks back at him and holds her breath as he steps closer to her. “No, you are beautiful.”
His other hand brushes over her hip and around to her back, a slow motion of pulling her closer as Harvey leans down and kisses her. Mia allows it and closes her eyes, leaning against him and sliding her palms up his chest and behind his neck. His hold is firm and careful and she decides now would be the time to abandon their previous plans and move to the bedroom.
Having Harvey drop his guard was the only goal she could think of and if that meant sleeping with him during this very vulnerable time where he’s most trusting, it would be done. He’s almost hesitant at first but it wasn’t hard for her to coax him into the hallway with her, taking his hand and smiling seductively, her other hand tugging at the shirt of her dress.
The bedroom was just as exquisite and alluring as the rest of the home, a large bed with a set of the most enticing looking dark sheets. She starts trying to unzip her dress until he takes over, his large hands pulling down the zipper and his lips placing tender kisses along her shoulder. She lets out a sigh as he pulls the straps and lets the dress fall to the floor and the cool air wraps around her body.
She shivers when his touch leaves her and she looks back to find him staring darkly. Mia turns around and steps back, suddenly insecure when she realizes what he’s so entranced by. He must think she’s a freak.
“They do that to you?” The question was rougher than he intended but they were soaked in a passionate fury she couldn’t describe with words. No, it was something much more physical. An anger so intense it felt like someone else.
Mia looks away and takes a couple steps back until she hits the bed. “Some.” She answers meekly, avoiding his gaze. I told you so, she wanted to say. There wasn’t much to like about her, especially not this.
Harvey closes the gap between them and lifts her slightly as he leans over her. If his lips could heal, she’d be whole again by the way he kissed her scars with so much care and warmth, his fingers caressing her skin as if he were putting her back together, erasing all that she hated about herself.
She moans as she cards her fingers through his hair, breath hitching when his lips had trailed down to her thighs and his exploring hands were tugging at her underwear. Letting a man touch her was the last thing she had ever thought about, but everything felt natural with Harvey, even if she hated having no control in a new situation.
“I love you.” He whispers breathlessly against her skin.
Those three words were being thrown around so recklessly and easily that she wasn’t sure how to comprehend the exact meaning behind them. In this position, it could simply be played off that Harvey’s mind was clouded by lust and alcohol, but that would be a lie. They hardly drank their wine and the tentative way he held her was not lust.
His actions would be completely different, she imagines, if he was only taking advantage of her.
Yet, because of those three words, her view was changing as well. Her heart may have been dead by the way it beats for Harvey now, strong and wild that her chest aches. Every fiber in her belonged only to him and for a while now she only had thoughts of him. She wants to make him hers.
i just want it to be like it was and i want you to be as you were.
She hadn’t done anything to deserve it. She hadn’t done anything to deserve even being there at his memorial let alone taking something that was personal to him. She loved him so much - still loves him more than anything in the world, but taking his bike felt wrong.
pairing: jackie welles / jamie voss (v) (slight jamie/vik)
words: 1.4k
warnings: language, character death, angst, dealing with loss, etc.
it was finally the end and the bunker was to be destroyed as part of the liberation of Holland Valley, but things don’t go as planned when the deputy is trapped inside with john seed.
pairing: john seed / theo ward (deputy)
words: 2.9k
warnings: language, trauma bonding, etc.
will actually die for you gina - hand in marriage pls
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Viktor hardly looks when he hears the door open and continues watching the fight on the screen in front of him. There’s shuffling on the steps and another louder noise that draws his attention, to which he turns in his stool and stands. Someone is hurt and his blood runs cold as he tries not to imagine who it could have been. Silently prays his next patient isn’t a skimpily dressed woman with long purple hair and a beautiful face.
What might be every man and woman’s dream, was his nightmare.
He instantly moves towards the door when he hears his name called and Jamie comes into view on the other side of the metal gate, blood coating her side while her hand covers the wound, putting his fears to reality. He pulls it open and catches her as she falls against his chest, resting her forehead against his shoulder.
“Fuck, V.” He groans as he lifts her up, carrying her to the operating chair, wincing as she cries in pain when he sets her down. “What have you gotten yourself into this time?”
Jamie laughs shortly, hissing after, but still manages to give him a smile. “What’re you talking about? I’ve done nothing wrong, ever.”
Vik sighs and does a quick scan even though he knows he doesn’t need to, yet, he couldn’t be so careless if something else was wrong. “Bullet is still lodged in your side. I’m gonna have to take it out.”
“Oh, good. Just make sure it doesn’t hurt, okay Vik?” Jamie lays her head back and closes her eyes, taking a breath as he touches her side.
He shakes his head and frowns as he gets to work, fixing her up as safely as he can. He’s worried about the blood loss, but according to his scan, she wasn’t fairing too terribly. She stays quiet while he’s focused, but he can feel her watching him every so often and pays her no mind.
“Okay. You should be good.” He moves to the computer and carefully keeps an eye on her as she sits up. “When will you stop being so reckless with your life?” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he did.
Jamie just laughs and runs a hand through her hair. “Jeez, Viky. Got bills to pay and food to eat. Clothes to buy. Biz is biz. I got shot, you fixed me up. I get hurt, I give you more biz.” He watches her for a moment and she sighs. “Thank you, by the way. I’m glad you were here.”
“Next time, I might not be. Next time, I might not be able to save your ass, so be safer about the jobs you take. I don’t need you dying on me.” He can’t keep his eyes off her as she stares at him and he watches as the weight of his words settle in. He hadn’t meant for them to hurt, but they were true and she needed to understand that he couldn’t handle seeing her die.
“I know.” She whispers and reaches out to place her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Vik. I’ll be more careful about it.” The tender moment is gone however when she lets go and rolls her eyes. “The fuckin’ bastard came up behind me, I didn’t notice him. This is why I usually go with Jack, but he had other plans for today.”
Viktor hums and turns his attention back to the computer. Silence falls over them again and he can feel her eyes on him once again, but he wants to finish up before he gets side tracked anymore than he already was. Constantly taking care of Jamie wasn’t what he had planned for his life, but he admits he does enjoy having her around - if only she could keep it that way. It had been some time since she last showed up to his shop, but he hopes next time it won’t be like today.
He starts going over the costs with her - although he’s sure she isn’t going to be able to pay him today, but he wasn’t going to turn her away for that - when he stops and stares back at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jamie sends him a smile and a softness in her gaze he feels he doesn’t see often. “Just thinkin’ I might be in love with you.”
“You sure that bullet didn’t damage anything else, V?” Vik jokes, but he can tell that she isn’t just being herself and flirting with him - or rather, she is, but this time felt a little different. He shakes his head and clears his throat. “‘Preciate it, but think that's a pretty gonk idea you got there.”
She throws her legs off the operating chair and moans as her feet hit the floor. Without really thinking about it, he turns and steadies her, his hands finding their place on her hips. “Bullshit.” Jamie whispers, pain in her voice but he can’t tell from what. “Why is it so hard for you to believe? Why do you think I come by so often?”
“Telling me you got shot just to see me? I’m honored.” There’s no humor in his words, but she laughs anyway. “Come on, you need to rest.”
Viktor leads her around the table and passes the other computers to where there’s a dark and secluded area with a couch. He helps her sit and stops when she takes his hand, pulling his palm up and holding it against her cheek, which is warm and soft against his skin.
Her voice is low as she catches him off guard with the next thing she says. “You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now.”
“Jamie.” He warns, but he can’t really deny her that. It’s not like he hasn’t ever thought about it, but always chose to keep her at arms length. Clearly, whatever he was doing wasn’t exactly working.
However, she only smiles as she releases his hand and adjusts herself on the couch. “But the doc is right. I should rest.” Jamie leans back and smiles sweetly at him. "Thanks again, Viktor."
"Last time." He says almost automatically, but he doesn't mean it. There will be more incidents and he will fix her up with no complaints.
just some things I have been working on lately <3 tagging @dazaosamu @chuckhansen @queennymeria @honeysides but like only if you want to share your wips
you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point. -for Adrian or whoever it fits :D
wasn't going to do adrian again but i can't stop thinking about her also this was in the drafts so it's a bit different.
oc: adrian todd x otis driftwood
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Another wild night at the Firefly household, leaving everyone wasted and high and dangerous. Cutter was hacking up someone in the backyard and Mama was cooking up something in the kitchen. Baby was dancing in the living room with Adrian sitting on the couch between RJ and Tiny.
Adrian finishes off her bottle and says goodnight to the boys beside her and slaps Baby’s ass as she walks by. She calls out to Mama and blows a kiss as she heads up the stairs. Instead of heading to her shared room with Baby, she takes a turn and opens the door to Otis’ room.
Otis is laying on his bed, playing with his knife but he turns his head to look at her curiously. She closes the door behind her and smiles, pulling off her shirt as she walks towards the bed. She climbs on the mattress and straddles his hips.
He raises a brow and chuckles softly, putting down the knife and placing his hands on her waist. “Is it my birthday?”
“Only if you want it to be.” She laughs and rolls her hips.
He laughs and his hands move to her thighs, squeezing them and massaging her skin with his thumbs. Adrian lets out a low hum as she closes her eyes at his touch, her fingers tapping on his stomach and gripping his shirt as she grinds slowly on him.
She opens her eyes and sees him staring at her and her heart jumps in her chest. There’s a foreign tenderness in his gaze she never thought he’d be capable of and she can’t help the way she grinned at him, feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole thing.
“What?” He asks playfully, sliding the palms of his hands up and under her shorts, tugging her closer.
Adrian shakes her head but she watches him carefully. “You make me smile… and also super horny, but that’s not the point.”
“Fuck, Adrian.” Otis groans, sitting up and narrowing his eyes. “Don’t domesticate me, damn it.”
She laughs and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his. “I’m not, but it is true.” He still doesn’t touch her and she sighs, leaning in close to his ear. “If you won’t fuck me then, I’ll go ask RJ to.” He tenses at that and she kisses his cheek softly. “Or Cutter.. I know he will gladly do it.”
"Don't you fuckin dare." Otis is quick to grab her hips and toss her back on the bed, climbing over her and pinning her down roughly. "I don't want to hear none of that shit. You're fucking mine- you hear me? Mine."
Adrian pulls him in for a kiss, her tongue sliding over his lips. "I'm all yours."
i love it when you put your hands on me. -for whoever you want
honestly i was already going to write this one for adrian so I chose her thank you i would die for you
oc adrian todd x sheriff wydell | nsfw
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“i love it when you put your hands on me.”
Both Adrian and Wydell are breathing heavily as he holds her against the wall- having practically lifted her up and slamming her into it. He let his emotions get the best of him again, but her only reaction was to smile as a moan escaped her.
She wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, grinding against him as she does. For a moment he thinks he’s had it all wrong; she’s just as wild and crazed as the family that took her. However, her green eyes are drawing him in and he forgets about it for just a moment as he leans forward and his lips hover against her own.
“You like it rough, huh? That turned you on?”
Adrian nods slightly and bites her lower lip, fingers playing with the buttons of his open shirt. “I really do. Get mad at me more often, Sheriff.”
He chuckles and pulls back slightly and thrusts against her again, breathing against her neck as her head tilts back. “No darlin’, I couldn’t do that. I’m sure we can make an arrangement, though.”
Wydell grips her ass as he backs away from the wall and sets her on his desk, unperturbed when she pushes his work onto the floor. He leans over her, capturing her lips with his own in a slow and teasing kiss. His hands move up her waist- under her shirt and over her breasts, pausing a moment.
She tugs at his belt and shiny buckle, moaning into his mouth and desperate for a release. He smiles at that, removing his hands and straightening up so she can pull the belt free.
Adrian was easy- a loose shirt with no bra and a pair of shorts and thin underwear- she was undressed in no time. Wydell took more time- with removing his vest and any weapons he had on his person and with Adrian ripping open his shirt- but once his pants were down, he placed himself between her legs and gave her exactly what she was wanting.
She falls back onto the desk, closing her eyes as she wanted to focus on him slamming into her, his fingers gripping her sides roughly. He leans over her and presses his lips against her throat and she turns her head at the feel of his teeth on her skin.
Adrian’s eyes open and on the wall across from them is a picture of Otis pinned by a knife to a corkboard. “Fuck..” A soft moan leaves her as she digs her nails into Wydell's sides.
lester was looking for them. he was passing the garage when they heard him shouting their names. bo had edie pinned against the wall, his hand over her mouth and his lips inches from her cheek.
“don’t say anything.” bo’s words were a harsh whisper. “i want to be alone with you.”
she smiles against his palm, reaching up and removing his hand. edie pulls him closer and presses a kiss to his lips. “that’s all you had to say.”
Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase
(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)
nellie wakes up with her cheek in the dirt and blood dried on her lip. she needs to blink a few times to actually see what was around her, but all she can see are moonlit trees and darkness. she had been lost in dreams of freedom- escape from what she believed to be hell.
a noise causes her to sit up quickly and turn around, heart racing at the sight of Joey; seated on a tree stump, dark eyes behind his mask watching her. she relaxes just a little, gazing back at him curiously.
"good morning." he jokes, but there's no humor in his voice. "you really hit your head. been waiting a while."
nellie puts a hand to her head, trying to remember, but it was difficult. "why didn't you just kill me?"
he shrugs and sits up straight, looking away from her as if anything else was just as interesting. "this isn't a trial. why should i?"
theo wasn't a savior. she wasn’t a saint- an angel- a hero. she was a woman thrown into a hell no one deserved. from day one she had to fight for her survival and commit atrocities against her better wishes. nothing she did was helping anyone, she thought, just creating more problems others had to clean up.
she selfishness during the war caused people to die- caused her friends deep trauma she couldn't take away- caused her to lose any sense of morality that she might have had left. she was far from being a savior- she was no better than the cult.
hmm i haven’t written for rose yet so i’m doing her 🖤 thank you
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once the rush of pure adrenaline and the overwhelming sense of danger subside, panic washes over her and she can’t stop herself when she shoves him out of anger, hitting her fists against his chest in a fury and holding back the scream that was clawing at her throat. she feels sick- betrayed- scared. she feels like she’s drowning.
“i trusted you.” rose wants to cry but she can’t. its not like she hadn’t expected this, but in a way, she actually believed him- wanted to believe him. what a fool she was to trust nightwing of all people.
Hii ‘ who are you? ’ for Vincent with a sweet and shy s/o, maybe s/o came to Ambrose with some friends, and unlike them s/o actually appreciated his art? Complimenting it and all and Vincent was hearing it all and he feels happy because of s/o compliments
here you go love sorry this took so long! <3
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Vincent’s hands still at the sound of the museum door opening and shutting loudly. He stares at the nearly finished figure in front of him for a moment before he turns his head to the ceiling, listening to the muffled voices from above.
He stands now, making his way up to inspect the intruders, picking up on several voices. As he peers through the door, he sees three people- a young man and woman holding hands, and you, standing a couple feet away, gazing at a figure quietly. He tilts his head when he sees you smile slightly.
“Ugh, this place is disgusting.”
Both you and Vincent turn your gazes to the young woman who waves her hand over her face. She moves closer to the man she’s holding hands with a look of boredom.
“Yeah, what a drag.” He responds, flicking the head of one of the wax figures.
The two laugh together as they move around the room. Vincent wants to get rid of them immediately- although he would rather wait for his brother to speak with them, but he’s unable to move as he notices you are still there, watching your friends.
“I think they are beautiful.” You whisper, turning back to the art before you.
The two scoff at your words and the woman rolls her eyes. “How are these beautiful? They’re creepy and weird and I want to leave.”
You look at her and frown, shaking your head. “It’s creative and incredibly detailed. Whoever made these sculptures and paintings put a lot of time and care into making them. I just think it’s wonderful.”
She rolls her eyes and takes her boyfriends hand again, leaving the room as they laugh at you. Vincent can’t take his eyes off you, an unfamiliar feeling taking home in his chest. He doesn’t feel fear as he steps out from his hiding and in front of you.
“Who are you?” You ask, taking a step back.
He noticed that, but he didn’t mind it. He just motioned towards the figure and you followed his movement and then back to him. Vincent stepped over to a painting and pointed to the signature at the corner.
“Vincent?” You read, moving towards him. “You made all of these?”
He nods slowly and a soft smile pulls your lips as you look back at the painting. There’s a flutter in his chest again and he doesn’t understand it, but he knows it’s happening because of you.
“They are all lovely.” You smile, gazing warmly at him.
Vincent doesn’t respond- not that he could. He holds a finger to mask at the sound of your friends in the next room and he retreats back to his hiding spot. He hopes to see you again and convince his brother to spare you from any harm.
figured i should do this every now and then to maybe get back into writing but here’s a little bit of a couple of fics i’m working on 💖
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1.
Theo stood at the open doors of the small church and she froze- in awe and in fear at the men who stood inside. The Seed brothers were like wolves watching her, hungry blue eyes feasting upon her form as she just stood like a deer in headlights and boy did she feel like those headlights were approaching far too fast.
Jacob Seed took a step forward and she flinched, breaking from her trance- her gaze having been on him and only him the entire time- and she felt everything come crashing down around her.
The fuck was she thinking, sneaking onto the compound of Eden’s Gate without a plan. Well, at first she had a plan- a haphazardly and drunkenly thought out plan that she might have forgotten about this morning- but she knew there had once been a plan and that plan was to see Jacob. She needed to see him.
2.
Nellie can’t move as she watches Joey- as he watches her from behind his mask. The trial was down to her as the last survivor and it feels as if it’s been going on for ages. She was tired and she was sure he was bored, so why wasn’t he killing her?
Joey flips the knife around in his hand and she stares in both fear and curiosity. He takes a step forward and she takes two back. He pauses, eyes flickering between her and the knife. So he puts it away, holding his hands out slightly. He takes another step forward and she doesn’t move.
